Where Bitters Past commentary lurks. Oh, you lucky things
Hi guys!
Sorry about this, but it’s looking highly unlikely that I can pull off a Bitters Past update for this upcoming Wednesday. I’ve been knocked off my feet these past couple of weeks, and at this point I’d really like to get better before I push it. Especially since I’ll be out of the country in the beginning of July, and I’d like to do so with a clean bill of health!
(Speaking of which, any suggestions for places/things to see within train’in’ distance of Munich and Salzburg? Tentative plans already include the Mozarteum and flouncing about Maria-style a la Sound of Music, but further suggestions would be uber-appreciated!)
So cross your fingers for me, and hopefully we’ll get you a few more new pages before I go MIA. Danke!
Bitters Past update. I’d make some comment about how Nwar can get pretty inventive when he wants to be, but I don’t think it counts as inventive when the tactic has been tried and true many times.
Yeah, not so much coincidence after all. Needless to say, neither of them are pleased.
‘Tis a Bitters Past update. Go read!
Because people abruptly stepping up and attacking out of the blue is just something that these men are used to. Nobody’s gonna blink an eye.
Until . . . well, y’ know. That.
Also, just to let you know, there won’t be an update next week. Let’s see if I can complete this project and not collapse from exhaustion — if all goes well, updates should return week after. Otherwise, push back an additional week. Wish me luck!
Yes, Ehrlend’s always been a sight for sore eyes, even when clad in just a swath of cloth. Well, especially when clad in just a swath of cloth.
Yeah, so this is the page that had the spot of blood on it, in case you hadn’t guessed.
And here we come to the crux of the matter. Wasn’t about him, wasn’t about her, wasn’t even about the other him. A whole ‘nother matter entirely.
Dum-dum-daa.
Now this is where we really get rolling. (Blob, if you still have no idea what’s going on, lemme know ‘cause then it’ll mean I’ve failed utterly. ;) )
In this household, whenever you see drops of blood, it’s invariably Peeps’s.
Right on a Bitters Past page, too, which I think was wholly appropriate. It was pencilled at the time. I had to ink around it.
Dude, seriously, for the last time, this is not where we break out copious amounts of slash. It is not that kind of story. Go find Sascha, she can lead you to water, where you’ll have plenty to drink. Some involving bandom, even.
I know.
(It still kills me that Robert Pattinson finds Twilight fanfic “surprisingly hard-core. And very well written.” Oh, Mr. Pattinson, you have no idea. At least you are not an FBR band.)
Y’ know, when I was drawing today’s update, I was flummoxed and had to double-check Marseilles’s words. Could it really only just have been “last night” when this whole affair — to tell the truth, when the very first page of Bitters Past — occurred?
Somebody correct me if my memory’s playing tricks. It boggles the mind.
. . . Man, I bet they’re looking forward to the weekend.
Oh, the pain, the heartache, the betrayal. It’s just like Days of Our Lives. If, y’ know, Days of Our Lives had more knives and eyeballs flying about.
Of course, if it had, it would have a much more diverse viewership, I can guarantee you that much.
Then again, it’s kinda hard to picture an action-packed soap opera when it takes seventeen episodes just to get a character to finish crossing all the way to the other side of the room.
Addendum: Nell commented: “Man, I feel so sorry for Nwar. He needs a hug. Maybe a naked hug. :)”
My reply: “You read my mind, Nell! :D”
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